Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.